Heavenly Curse

It is true that Maki has some regrets at this moment, but he does not regret the good things that have disturbed Quyang, nor does he regret having sinned against him, but regrets not having slaughtered him at all costs last night.

Under the circumstances, if he really pulled the copper lamp at any cost, with the help of the bug armor B beside him, at least 70% of him would be sure to kill Quyang, but that way, Mu Yi's freshly cured wounds would only be worse.

And after killing Quyang, Li limp will probably not appear again, plus the risk of killing Quyang is too great, so under all sorts of worries, Mu Yi eventually did not choose this path.

But now he hates not being able to go back to last night.

Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in this world. Maki can no longer regret it at this moment. He should still think about how to overcome the difficult situation.

He believed that the old screaming flowers in front of him would not deceive him, which meant that Quyang had really started to act, allowing the news to spread.

In rivers and lakes, the spread of information is always the fastest, especially in mysterious places such as the ancient Yellow River Road, which naturally attracts more attention.

Mu Yi believes that as long as he continues to show up on the river and lake, I'm afraid it won't take long, trouble will keep coming to the door. Unless he has the power as the White Emperor City owner to suppress the world, or the fearsome backgrounds such as Maoshan Dragon Tiger, he will not be able to scare those who grab the keys at all.

That's why Mayu looked at Hana and asked him if he wanted to hand over the keys.

“Why did you pay?” Unexpectedly, Flower shook his head and asked back.

“Also ask seniors to point out.” Maki immediately said that he believed the other person had found him and said so much, surely it would not be possible to simply mention him.

Mu Yi, while reluctant to speculate with the utmost malice, does not believe that a stranger will be good to himself for no reason.

“If you have to say something, it's to find a place where no one knows you, and from now on, keep your name hidden, be a shrinking turtle, and wait until you're strong enough to come out.” The old yelling flower glanced at Maki and said lightly.

“I can't do that.” Mu Yi shook his head directly, preferring not to use the key, but could not hide his name, because he had more important things to do, even than looking for the old way, the key, and the ancient way of the Yellow River to give up.

“That doesn't make any sense. If you don't, you'll have a second chance. In the end, you'll find that your luck has been consumed. At that time, even if you want to compete, you'll be disqualified.” The old screaming flower suddenly shook his head and his face was a little more lonely.

“But there are some things that even if you want to fight, you have to have strength. Otherwise, you lose your life. What's the use of having bigger opportunities?” Liam Yi asked.

“Well, please don't continue to test me as a loser. Although your strength can only be considered ordinary, you can only protect yourself. On the contrary, only constant sharpening can make a faster breakthrough. As for whether this key is a blessing or a misfortune in your hands, it depends on whether you are fighting for it or not. Don't resent anyone else. Being alive is your chance. As for me looking for you, there is something to support.” When it comes to the end of the day, Hua also gets serious.

“Senior, please.” Liam Yi said.

“Be kind to that little girl and do not abandon her, no matter what happens in the future.” The old Flower suddenly said.

When he heard this, Maki was shocked, and his eyes became sharp, “Who are you? How do you know a slave? ”

“Is the little girl called a slave?” Hua muttered to himself, but then continued: “I don't know this little girl, I just know this old bamboo, 14 verses, 14 years. ”

The old screaming flower sighed for a long time, revealing a trace of memory on his face, like a memorial, like a mourning, his eyes were incredibly complicated.

Maki did not question each other's words, because there was no need for them to deceive him, not even to be greedy, especially as can be seen from his look, he really knew this age bamboo, maybe there was more than one age bamboo in the heavens, but exactly 14 verses, there was another little girl, less often.

And since he is so sure, there must be his own method of identification.

“Senior knows the father of a slave?” Liam was immediately agitated to ask.

Though it is not necessary to look for the father who never met her, if given the opportunity, Maki would not mind looking for her, but at least ask what happened that year and why leave the orphaned widows alone? And what illness did you get when you were a slave? The medicine stone is ineffective. It can only survive if you become a ghost and depend on the age bamboo?

“Nature knows.” The old scream did not deny it, but nodded directly. Then he looked at the bamboo of the years behind Maki and said softly: “Not only do I know the father of this little girl, but even this bamboo of the years was obtained with my help. I thought I would never see it again in my life. It would be such a coincidence if I didn't come out this time. ”

“Can the predecessor tell the father of the slave who he is and where he is now?” Maki continued to ask.

“The father of the little girl, the only name, the only meaning of ancient times, is also a strange person, unfortunately, if he could have been born 30 years earlier, I'm afraid today's world would be another situation.” It's always a shame to say.

“Is the father of the slave still alive today?” Maui asked again.

“Dead, long dead.” Even the sound was a little cold, said Hana directly.

“Dead?” Maki's expression was stiff, although she had long thought it might be the result, but when she heard it herself, she was still disappointed, but he decided secretly that it was better not to tell the slave about it than to make her feel unhappy.

Although Mu Yi did not know what the old screaming flowers in front of him had to do with the father of the slave, at least he stopped him here without malice, even mentioning him. Otherwise, Mu Yi recklessly collided. When he noticed, trouble would have come to the door long ago.

Although nothing can be changed at this time, the face still has to be faced. At least he is prepared to know who his enemies are. Although the other five keys are in the hands of the powerful forces of the famous party, Mu Yi does not think that the other party will also take them.

Because a handful of keys is enough, for them to be eligible to participate, instead of struggling to collect all the keys, one is not necessary and the other is the so-called balance.

Some things, though not stated, have a bottom line there, and no one is going to break it proactively.

Without the active involvement of these powerful parties, at least they gave Makita a chance to breathe, and the enemies who came were not strong enough to face them.

And as the other side has just said, stress is also the driving force, and it's also sharpening itself.

“Well, I should say, I shouldn't say, I'm done. This pot of dog meat is specially made for you. It's filled with a lot of good stuff, just in time to make it up to you, and I should go.” Hana stood up clapping her ass when she talked.

Without even waiting for Mahjong to react, he had left behind his back.

“Senior, please also inform the famous.” Looking at the back of the old call, Maki suddenly shouted.

“Always calling flowers is a meal, there is no name for it, but if you can pour a sword into the city, go to the South China Sea and ask flowers to give you a great opportunity.” The shadow disappeared and the sound was faint, with only one large pot of hot air still in front of Maui.

The original scent was already unscented, even Maki couldn't detect hunger, but he still started eating the dog meat out of a large pot without saying a word. A large pot of dog meat quickly filled his stomach. He ate it with reddish face and hot air on his head.

Finally, Mamei wiped his hands and stood up, his eyes had become incredibly firm. Since he couldn't avoid it, then he had to face it. With his second difficult second step, coupled with copper lamps and age bamboo, he had no fear of challenges.

Maki then turned around and left. He remembered everything Hana had just said.

Though he does not know which city he leans on with a sword, he believes that one day he will reach it, maybe then find him, he will be entitled to know his name, read the only one, there is also the old call Hana, what is the relationship?

Since one is the only one in ancient times, the other should not be too bad. There is also a great opportunity for that day. Mu Yi unconsciously expects a little more.

Of course, for him, that's a long way from here. At this time, he needs to face the snatchers of the wind, and in any case, Bug A and B, the small village cannot continue, otherwise it will only cause disaster there, even Bug A and B will be involved, and then no one will be watching Quyang for him.

Despite my heart's reluctance to kill Quyang immediately, Mu Yi forced herself to suppress that killing intent. At least not yet. When she finds Li Limp and finds the old way back, there will naturally be vengeance and resentment.

Maki never felt how big he was. Instead, he had a small heart.

Because the direction of departure was different, Mu Yi did not know that on the banks of the Yellow River, there was an old named flower standing there, nor did he know that in front of him, there was a younger Taoist, the young Taoist, who was the contemporary walker of Maoshan, the Ming Long Dao.

“Uncle, do you really think he can keep the key?” Ming Long Dao asked puzzled.

“What if you can't keep it? It's just a key. What if we go into the ancient Yellow River Road? The past, after all, can it be reversed?” Flowers still don't have much mastery, even because of the wind on the river, and their hands are held together.

Ming Long Dao was silent for a while and did not seem to know how to answer.

“Xiao Ming Long, do you think many people drowned in the Yellow River?” Old Hua suddenly asked.

“Many," said Ming Long Dao with a long nod.

“No, not enough, not enough.” Hua used to whisper softly, but the meaning was colder than the coldest cold wind of winter, and Ming Long Dao, who stood in front of him, couldn't help but fight a cold war with a hint of fear in his eyes.